Chapter 1189: Chapter 1180: Summoning Souls
“Thirteen, you’re too damn crazy.”
More than an hour later, the battle ceased, and Zhuo Bufan and the others were utterly exhausted, returning to their original positions.
In contrast, Mo Wangchen seemed to have endless divine power, growing more valiant in battle. Even now, his breathing wasn’t much altered.
“Honestly, if you went all out, how long would it take you to defeat the nine of us together?” Cao Mingle finally couldn’t help but ask.
Upon hearing this, everyone’s attention turned to Mo Wangchen, eager to know the answer.
“If I went all out…”
Mo Wangchen’s face showed a brief hesitation before he replied, “Within one move.”
This was no boast; Mo Wangchen had many tricks up his sleeve. Even against ordinary Demigod Realm experts, he could execute the One Finger Kill.
Let alone people like Zhuo Bufan who were still at the Heavenly Immortal Realm level.
“Certainly a monster.”
Everyone clicked their tongues, naturally not doubting Mo Wangchen’s words. Moreover, from the recent bout, they sensed that Mo Wangchen hadn’t used even half of his strength.
“Having returned, when do you plan to leave again?” Zhuo Bufan finally asked the question that everyone cared about.
Mo Wangchen remained silent, “It shouldn’t be too long. Actually, I’m planning to relocate the Mo Family to Daluo Heaven Realm. If you’re willing, you can join.”
“Relocate?”
Upon hearing Mo Wangchen’s words, everyone was slightly surprised.
Moving an entire clan isn’t something that can be done casually.
Moreover, mass teleportation is extremely difficult.
Mo Wangchen hadn’t ignored how difficult this idea was to implement, but since incidents like those involving the Demon Dragon Clan would happen, such things might occur in the future.
It’s better for him to move his concerns directly to Daluo Heaven Realm, where with the protection of the Holy Mountain Formation, not even a Quasi-god would be a deterrent.
As for how to send so many people to Daluo Heaven Realm at once, this was something to consider.
Over nine hundred years, the Big White Dog had researched the Array Formation True Technique thoroughly; perhaps it had a way.
Mo Wangchen merely mentioned it to Zhuo Bufan and the others. As to whether they truly wanted to leave, Mo Wangchen wouldn’t force them.
After all, these people were born in Tiannan, and here, they certainly have many things they can’t abandon.
That night, everyone drank to their heart’s content, each falling asleep drunkenly at their place.
The next morning, Mo Wangchen was the first to wake up. He left the place and went back to the grave of the Piaomiao Saint Venerable.
“Buzz…”
His hand extended, and instantly, the void filled with infinite laws, forming an illusory great eye, like the eye of a deity or ghost, too awe-inspiring to gaze upon.
As a Netherworld Envoy, this was a divine skill bestowed by Ksitigarbha upon Mo Wangchen.
The Netherworld Eye could observe all souls across the world!
“It’s indeed still here…”
The Netherworld Eye, like the eye of a deity or ghost, scanned the Heaven and Earth, and Mo Wangchen stood quietly in place. Moments later, he seemed to have discovered something.
He swept his hand, and the Netherworld Eye vanished instantly, followed by his fingers continually pointing in mid-air.
“Buzz buzz buzz…”
Ripples spread, and soon, a small phantom sandalwood appeared in his hand, as large as a palm.
Mo Wangchen threw the sandalwood into the air, and then threads of mist emerged, creeping toward the four corners.
“Thirteen, what are you doing?”
Zhuo Bufan and others had already been awakened and rushed over.
“Summoning souls,” Mo Wangchen truthfully said.
“Summoning… souls?”
They looked at each other dumbfounded, with Ren Qingcheng unable to resist asking, “Thirteen, since when did you learn that set of ancient Maoshan divine arts? Summoning souls…”
Mo Wangchen didn’t bother to explain. He gazed around as the aura from the sandalwood within Piaomiao Palace reached a certain intensity.
Finally, some change happened in the Heaven and Earth here.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh…”
Suddenly, fierce winds howled, darkening Piaomiao Palace significantly; it seemed as if night was about to descend.
“Is Thirteen really summoning souls? Why do I feel a constant chill?”
Cao Mingle shivered; as cultivators, they generally feared ghosts and evils less, but they couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
“His soul… is too weak… and it has been wandering here for over nine hundred years…”
Mo Wangchen frowned slightly, then pointed again. The sandalwood in mid-air trembled and emitted an even denser fragrance.
“Buzz…”
Finally, after about half an hour, the void around the sandalwood agitatedly fluctuated, bits of starlight appeared and converged.
Under the incredulous gaze of Cao Mingle and the others, the starlight eventually formed an apparition.
“Isn’t this…”
“Piaomiao Saint Venerable?!”
Zhuo Bufan was shocked. Being from Beiming, he had naturally seen the Piaomiao Saint Venerable.
But over nine hundred years ago, hadn’t the Saint Venerable already fallen?
“Oh my heavens… he is really summoning souls!”
Everyone was dumbfounded and couldn’t speak; they had initially thought Mo Wangchen was just putting on a show, but never expected him to truly be summoning souls, even reviving the spirit of someone who died nine hundred plus years ago—it was simply unbelievable.
“You…”
In mid-air, the spirit of the Piaomiao Saint Venerable appeared extremely feeble, staring blankly at Mo Wangchen.
“Senior!”
Mo Wangchen respectfully bowed to him, regardless of how many years passed, the Piaomiao Saint Venerable’s contributions to him were indelible.
Then, under Zhuo Bufan and the others’ gaze, Mo Wangchen opened a portal to the Netherworld and sent the spirit of the Piaomiao Saint Venerable inside.
“Thirteen, honestly, how did you manage that?”
Until the portal to the Netherworld disappeared, everyone finally snapped back to reality.
Mo Wangchen smiled, then said, “I have the identity of a Netherworld Envoy, so…”
He briefly explained the situation to Zhuo Bufan and the others.
“Does the Netherworld truly exist in this world?”
Upon hearing, everyone found it astonishing, overturning their understanding.
“Just listen and keep these things to yourselves; don’t spread them around,” Mo Wangchen reminded.
That day, they continued to drink heartily, discussing the events of the past nine hundred years.
Until dusk, Mo Wangchen bade them farewell and informed them that he would soon relocate the Mo Family to Daluo Heaven Realm; if they wished to accompany him, they could send a message to the Mo Family.
Leaving Piaomiao Palace, Mo Wangchen headed south.
Two hours later, he arrived at a certain sect.
Pill Sect!
In the past, Mo Wangchen spent some time there, and now upon returning, everything had changed.
He neither disturbed anyone nor remained hidden in the void, taking a glance at the sect before leaving, proceeding toward Yun Country.